Stranger to Me

I know what to do
And
I know what to say
But
The day is now over
And
Our love has frayed.

So
Dry up your tears
And
Save up your pleas.

For
No longer will I cash them
For
Your love to redeem.

You are a stranger to me
And
I - a- stranger to me.

Not
Knowing that girl
Who
Chased you for her world.

No longer lovers
And
No longer friends.
But
A stranger before me
With
a memory shared.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was poignant and filled with longing; a remembrance, a wish that things could have been different, perhaps. So often in life we lose touch with others or they lose the connection of things that drew us together in the first place. People can be every bit as complex as life itself, though. On a technical note, your title has a typo and is missing its "r". I enjoyed the read.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I thought I fixed that title. Oh well I'll do it right now.
Youre insights are so true. Life is complex not to mention those souls we add toit.

[knighngale]

wow, what a riverie, I gather it's a loss. You really liked her, and protected her, but it seems that first it wasn't so. Girls get hurt that way; they dream of the perfect man, but it never comes true, no matter the making it up again. Great read, hon, :D

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you I tried to leave a comment the other day but it wouldn't let me.

[knighngale]

oh I see, it's okay hon, keep trying, it happens to me too, :D

[;)]

Been the stranger and shared an ending with a stranger, too. Infinitely relatable poem to me. I think a Gremlin munched on a letter in your title, though. @⊙¿⊙@

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you so much for reading this and yes, we do seem to have Gremlins.
Again I appreciate your review. Look forward to returning the visit.

[William Michael Reeves]

I have a few friends who were girlfriends. Some just an occasional contact. No longer part of each other's lives but that shared memory creates a neutral spot we stand on occasionally in respect of that past memory. That's what this poem had me pondering. Loved your I a stranger to me, line! And your structure adds to the stranger feel. A stranger structure! I had started to review the other poem yesterday and went and looked up oranges, then the phone rang....

[Cherrie Palmer]

It does have a offf kilter feel.
I kinda liked that ...Stanger to me... line too

[M. J. Smith]

Aye, the last days of a relationship. It was out of this that The Drifter was born. I didn't know who I was. One day, I mounted up, pedaled out of town, and spent the next year on the road. And some days, I still miss the wandering...
Well written, dear friend.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I'm sure when pressures build I'm sure the memory wakes⏰️

[M. J. Smith]

Actually, It's the freedom I miss. As to the girl, well, her comeuppance came. But not from me. Well observed though.

[Relic]

There's nothing worse than a cheater. Especially one that tries to hide it. I like the way you separated the lines by one word. It's like symbolism for words that lose their melodious rhythm between another.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I got the idea and wasn't sure if it worked.

[Relic]

It worked for me. :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

The idea hit me on the way home last night.